It is the heat, surely. Biting and stinging and raising goosebumps and blooming in his cheeks like fever. It must be so. He is well past the age of childish, naive pretences: a man does not awaken and present the moon of his gravid belly to the world. Baby Yuan was born of a mother's flesh, and the only question may have been if Wei Ying shared her bed.
Still. 'Breeding' is to be exorcised from his verbal repertoire with immediate effect.
But then, Wei Ying seeks him out like a thorned flower, thirsting for the latch. Shackling him, embracing him all over, a scent wet-metallic reeking off his body, prone. He understands, intrinsically, the game here: knows their purpose fleetingly matched. )
Why deceive with pretense of a lesser conviction?
( That which he wishes will become truth: he refuses an alternative reality. Observe: how he does not push, does not force, only walks into Wei Ying and nudges him, step by step, back and turned, ribs set for the unpleasantness of collision and grazing the door's shackles. Daring them, coaxing them out, as they writhe and start to fetter in a manner nearly organic. )
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It is the heat, surely. Biting and stinging and raising goosebumps and blooming in his cheeks like fever. It must be so. He is well past the age of childish, naive pretences: a man does not awaken and present the moon of his gravid belly to the world. Baby Yuan was born of a mother's flesh, and the only question may have been if Wei Ying shared her bed.
Still. 'Breeding' is to be exorcised from his verbal repertoire with immediate effect.
But then, Wei Ying seeks him out like a thorned flower, thirsting for the latch. Shackling him, embracing him all over, a scent wet-metallic reeking off his body, prone. He understands, intrinsically, the game here: knows their purpose fleetingly matched. )
Why deceive with pretense of a lesser conviction?
( That which he wishes will become truth: he refuses an alternative reality. Observe: how he does not push, does not force, only walks into Wei Ying and nudges him, step by step, back and turned, ribs set for the unpleasantness of collision and grazing the door's shackles. Daring them, coaxing them out, as they writhe and start to fetter in a manner nearly organic. )
Shall I ask, first?